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Two things I realized I want to be a creative writer. That's what I want to do and I know that deep down in my soul. It brings me joy and I can stay up for hours just writing nothing. I'm always thinking about stories and they're the only thing that calms me down when I'm trying to sleep and my mind is judging me. It's my safe haven. My safe place....

Now let me tell you how I realized this...

Some jack off on Bubblews stole my poem! And it's making money off of it! I spent weeks on that poem! Countless hours and he just stole it! He hasn't said anything to me! And he ripped off other people's poetry as well! And he's making money off of it! MONEY! I took my work down so it doesn't happen again! I am so pissed. I almost walked out of work. I cried and I realized this is what I care most about. My poetry my life line. I'm so pissed. I could kill him. But I have a soul. So I won't and I won't send my soul to hell for some jack off. But I'm pissed. ....

But this is how I figured out what I love. He can still suck a tree branch. %$@&&@$&$$&&%%$#@@#
  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: The ponds waterfall run
  • Reading: over my resume
  • Watching: the little hearts
  • Playing: Xbox
  • Eating: healthy
  • Drinking: juice/water/smoothie?
Little Red Book

Oh little book of mine
with your little glued–in spine
no one will ever know
    how stiff you are
They’ll never know that beneath those music sheets
the secrets of a rushing artist
Stains on your velveteen
From Fingers not so clean
Little book your structure so tight
only the artist knows it isn’t right
mesh in between though the pages seem
crisp, perfect feigning pristine
Ah, but a trick
One bone folder, a tub of glue
music paper, now good as new
Now little book of red
no one will know, instead
they’ll think your perfect
something to admire
they’ll never know little book
that you were created under the wire
I'm working on my poetry again :D I'm so excited :D

Also I graduated from College and now I"m like so lost about what to do with my life oO

That's all
  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: The ponds waterfall run
  • Reading: over my resume
  • Watching: the little hearts
  • Playing: Xbox
  • Eating: healthy
  • Drinking: juice/water/smoothie?
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DisEase

God dammit. How did this happen. They cornered me in a dark alley, Menorrhagia, Schizophrenia, Hyperthyroidism. I was wearing my over the ear headphones, choking down kale, and sipping on blue PowerAde, when it happened…

I knew schizophrenia was nearby always watching me, waiting in the shadows of night, taunting me with it’s almost presence - especially around midnight when the world between the real and fantasy was weak. Menorrhagia disguised herself as just a dark red, richer, more complex, a womanly shade, simply dying my things in her fashion. Pink was too girly, white underwear was too plain, and jean, don’t even get her started, everything was dyed her way, in her fashion. And Hyperthyroidism, he was a “friend”, hiding behind blizzard storm clouds and that scorching heat, making it bearable for me. Building a love of rich foods and soft liquids that made the other two more bearable; he gained my trust that he’d keep me safe from them and their symptoms.

They all attacked at once. I mean I saw this coming, but still…

Hyperthyroidism threw me against the wall, tripping me over my own two making them too heavy to move the right way. He frost bit my skin with those subzero fingers, blood rushing to my extremities to keep warm. While Schizophrenia was screaming at me that I wasn’t real and that I was his dream, and he could get rid of me whenever he wanted. The only real proof of my existence was the fluid Menorrhagia was ripping from my insides. It was Her red paint going down my legs, coloring my new jeans and the ground. Hyperthyroidism moved his hands and wrapped them tight around my throat, slamming his knee in my stomach causing violent expulsions from both ends of my body until I was weak and unable to move. Screaming and shouting, to disorient my perception of the time and the world around me, Schizophrenia wanted me to know that they were the ones in charge, and no pixie dust compounded in little capsules would send them away forever. He spat.

I blacked out watching her color the rest of my clothes as I lay in her painting.

I woke in the hospital. Pixie dust on my bedside table, mother asleep in the chair next to the TV. Six missed calls from father. They weren’t there. I swallowed the magical powder. It wouldn’t keep them away forever, but it would keep the bastards at bay.

This war was not over.

I was not done.
Two things I realized I want to be a creative writer. That's what I want to do and I know that deep down in my soul. It brings me joy and I can stay up for hours just writing nothing. I'm always thinking about stories and they're the only thing that calms me down when I'm trying to sleep and my mind is judging me. It's my safe haven. My safe place....

Now let me tell you how I realized this...

Some jack off on Bubblews stole my poem! And it's making money off of it! I spent weeks on that poem! Countless hours and he just stole it! He hasn't said anything to me! And he ripped off other people's poetry as well! And he's making money off of it! MONEY! I took my work down so it doesn't happen again! I am so pissed. I almost walked out of work. I cried and I realized this is what I care most about. My poetry my life line. I'm so pissed. I could kill him. But I have a soul. So I won't and I won't send my soul to hell for some jack off. But I'm pissed. ....

But this is how I figured out what I love. He can still suck a tree branch. %$@&&@$&$$&&%%$#@@#
  • Mood: dA Love
  • Listening to: The ponds waterfall run
  • Reading: over my resume
  • Watching: the little hearts
  • Playing: Xbox
  • Eating: healthy
  • Drinking: juice/water/smoothie?

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A.Williams
Artist | Student | Varied
United States
I do this thing called being alive.
NOT Living Because that takes work.
I'm getting there though...so give me a minute.

NOT AN ACTUAL MINUTE
I mean like serious amounts of Time.

I'll impress you one day.
If not.
Well then that's just how your face eats a banana isn't it :P
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